Proverbs 7

¹My son! Keep my sayings, And lay up my commands with you.

²Keep my commands, and live, And my law as the pupil of your eye.

³Bind them on your fingers, Write them on the tablet of your heart.

⁴Say to wisdom, “You are my sister.” And cry to understanding, “Relative!”

⁵To preserve you from a strange woman, From a stranger who has made her sayings smooth.

⁶For at a window of my house, I have looked out through my casement,

⁷And I see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,

⁸Passing on in the street, near her corner, And the way to her house he steps,

⁹In the twilight—in the evening of day, In the darkness of night and blackness.

¹⁰And behold, a woman to meet him—(A harlot’s dress, and watchful of heart,

¹¹She is noisy, and stubborn, her feet do not rest in her house.

¹²Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And she lies in wait near every corner)—

¹³And she laid hold on him and kissed him, She has hardened her face and says to him,

¹⁴“Sacrifices of peace-offerings are by me, Today I have completed my vows.

¹⁵Therefore I have come forth to meet you, To earnestly seek your face, and I find you.

¹⁶I decked my bed with ornamental coverings, Carved works—cotton of Egypt.

¹⁷I sprinkled my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

¹⁸Come, we are filled with love until the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.

¹⁹For the man is not in his house, He has gone on a long journey.

²⁰He has taken a bag of money in his hand, At the day of the new moon he comes to his house.”

²¹She turns him aside with the abundance of her speech, She forces him with the flattery of her lips.

²²He is going after her straight away, he comes as an ox to the slaughter, And as a chain to the discipline of a fool,

²³Until an arrow splits his liver, As a bird has hurried to a snare, And has not known that it is for its life.

²⁴And now, you sons, listen to me, And give attention to sayings of my mouth.

²⁵Do not let your heart turn to her ways, Do not wander in her paths,

²⁶For many are the wounded she caused to fall, And mighty are all her slain ones.

²⁷The ways of Sheol—her house, Going down to inner chambers of death!

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